She runs out of the restaurant furious. Her coat on her one hand her bag on the other as she's walking away from him. She doesn't even know why she said all those things. It just happened out of the blue. And then she hears his voice.
"Ayşe!!!" He screams her name. He does that a lot recently, the screaming part. "Ayşe! Wait!"
"For what reason? To say more stupid things to me? No thank you!" She says and she looks around for a taxi.
"We have to talk! Now!" Kerem says and he grabs her from her hand, spinning her and forcing her to face him.
"We have nothing to say. You live your life and I live mine. End of story! Now go back inside to your date. She's waiting for you." She says taking her hand aways from his grasp.
He grabs her again and pulls her flush against him. They are face to face, way too close for her liking.
"Let me go!" She says and she fights his hold.
"Not until we talk." He responds angrily.
"You want to talk! Let's talk! I hate you. I hate you so much." She screams and hits his chest with her fists.
"You love me and you know it." He says tightening his hold on her wrists.
"No! I hate you! You ruined me. You ruined me for any other man. You ruined any other man for me!" She keeps yelling and pushing him away but it's like he's made from steel.
"I look at him and all I can think is that you would do whatever he's doing better. He tried to kiss my cheek and I moved away for crying out loud. It was just a cheek kiss and even at that I know you would be better at it than him. And it's a great guy Kerem. A guy with patience, with understanding nothing compared to you. And yet..." she stops talking taking a deep breath.
When she speaks again her voice is full of defeat "And yet I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about you!"
She breaks. Tears starts streaming down her face but she doesn't back off. She keeps looking directly at his eyes.
"You've ruined me. You broke me. And now you are not even there to pick up the pieces Kerem."
His arms that been holding her steady so far, drop. The hurt and pain he sees in her eyes makes him take a step back. All this time he was so focused on his pain, on the way she's been treating him, on how much her words and action hurt him that he was missing the entire point. She was a mess just like him. Maybe even more than him. He's stunned by the realization.
"I'm..." he stutters "I'm so sorry." He whispers.
"You're sorry? Sorry?" She's angry again. "What am I supposed to do with that? How is this going to make things better? How an apology is going to take away all the things I felt when we were apart?"
